"Wisdom" is the Coming Dawn

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
--Emily Dickinson

The poem above came to me twice in one evening, so I am obliged to use it as today's inspiration.

"Wisdom" is the Coming Dawn

"Wisdom" is the thing with leaves -
that sits and waits in silence -
and settles in the soul -
and lends to us its guidance.

"Courage" is the thing with scales -
that alights within the heart -
And has a breath of fire -
that tears our fears apart.

"Dreams" are the things with petals -
that sprout forth from fertile ground -
And blossom in the sun -
which no sum of rain could drown.

"Freedom" is the thing with wings -
that flies forever through the skies -
showing us the bird's eye view - 
of our patchwork lives.

"Wonder" is the thing which sings -
and dances in our hearts -
That lifts us when we're feeling down -
and returns to us our spark.

"Wisdom" is the coming dawn -
that illuminates the silence -
and settles in the soul -
To lend to us its guidance.